The office was massive—dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient books and records. A grand desk sat at the center, with a wide window behind it overlooking the academy grounds. Everything about the room screamed power and prestige, but right now, the tension inside was suffocating.
Dean Elias Wren sat at his desk, maintaining a composed expression despite the invisible weight pressing down on him. Across from him sat Tatia, arms crossed, completely at ease, while Gloria leaned against the wall, looking amused.
Aria, Alfred, and Adam stood nearby, quietly taking in their surroundings.
A few faculty members stood off to the side, waiting, but no one dared to speak first.
Then Tatia exhaled softly. "Alright, let's get to the point."
